From: datagal@ix.netcom.com(Tobi A. Day )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Valentine's Lunch Date with Datagal (m/f mutual masturbation)
Date: 14 Feb 1996 13:38:57 GMT

			  Valentine's Lunch

	Since today is Valentine's Day, I have driven into the city to
take you out to lunch. You are unaware of it but I have arranged with
your boss for you to have the afternoon off. As I begin to drive out
of the city you ask where we are headed saying "I've only got an hour
for lunch honey, I sure hope we're not going too far."

	I tell you that it is a surprise and that you should just
relax and enjoy the drive and not to worry about getting back to the
office.

	"Your boss told me you could have the afternoon off today so
we can have a long, leisurely lunch with no worries about getting
back," I say.

	This surprises you a bit but since there's not much you can do
about it you tune in a nice station on the car radio , sit back, and
begin to relax. You didn't expect to have the afternoon off so you're
kind of daydreaming... not really paying attention to where I'm taking
you.

	We drive further out of the city and out into the country.
I've made reservations at a secluded little restaurant that sits by
the side of a lake in the trees. The maitre d' seats us at a private
booth. In this restaurant all of the booths are separated by drapes
which can be closed to seal off the rest of the room. There are fresh
flowers on the table and a perfectly chilled bottle of champagne
awaits us as well.

	Because I wanted this to be an intimate lunch with no
distractions , I ordered our meal in advance. The waiter serves us,
uncorks the champagne, and closes the drapes... leaving us alone. We
are sitting quite close to each other and as we enjoy our lunch you
become more and more aware of just how close we are. You can smell my
perfume and feel the heat from my body as our thighs press together.

	After we have finished our meal, you turn to me , placing your
right hand on my thigh, and tell me this is the nicest Valentine's
surprise you've ever had. Smiling I tell you that the best is yet to
come. I move a little closer to you and your hand slips under the hem
of my skirt. Much to your amazement you realize that I am not wearing
pantyhose but instead I have on a garter belt and stockings. You move
your hand a little higher so that you can caress the skin at the top
of the stocking.

	I whisper in your ear "I'm not wearing any panties lover."
Feeling a little bold due to the closed drapes you decide to call my
bluff and check it out for yourself. You stroke my leg in little
circles as you move your hand higher and higher until finally you
reach paradise.

	Gently parting my lips with your middle finger you are pleased
to find me warm, wet, and ready for you. You insert two fingers into
my pussy and begin to slowly rub my clit with your thumb. I reach for
you, knowing that you want me.

	As we kiss, I somehow manage to undo your zipper and free you.
We are both highly aroused, partly due to the fact that we are in a
public place and could be discovered quite easily and partly because
we are so much in love. We plant passionate kisses all over each
other... on the mouth, face and neck. Each of us moaning and panting
into the other's ear as we approach orgasm. You're so hard, I'm so
wet. The feelings are so intense we know it won't be long. I reach up
and grab the napkin from the table... don't want to stain your suit.
Your fingers plunge in and out of me faster and faster, your thumb
pressing firmly against my clit. With a soft moan I begin to come so
hard you can feel it as my pussy squeezes your fingers, sucking them
ever deeper. This proves to be more than you can bear and I feel you
begin to pulsate in my hand as you shoot your load into the napkin.

	Before we can leave the restaurant, we need a few moments to
regain our composure. We open the drapes and sit back to finish off
the remains of the champagne while we wait for the check. We must not
have been as quiet as we thought because a few of the other couples in
the area look at us and smile knowingly... one man actually winks at
you and gives you a "thumbs up"!

	I pay the check and leave the waiter a generous tip. Just my
way of thanking him for being discrete and leaving us alone.

	Come again soon," he says as we leave.

	We both know THAT won't be a problem!